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Stupid clock (Grian and Mumbo)

Grian's POV:

I had travelled over to Mumbo's house after being invited to stay for a few days. The whole point of the trip was just to hang out. Chill, maybe watch a few movies or go on a walk. Just a 4 day break from social media and minecraft (although we did end up playing together). I was excited, it was going to be fun after all.

Ringing the doorbell completely ruined what had been an alright day so far. Traffic had been fine, I had had enough sleep for once and I felt happy about getting to spend time with my friend. But that doorbell was the most uncomfortable sound I have ever heard. It echoed in my head over and over. The door opened and I did my best to brush it off.

"Hey!"

"Hey! It's good to see you."

"You too. Come in, come in." I took my shoes off in the hallway and my rested my bag and coat on top of them. The carpet, that stupid carpet was the most unwelcoming thing I had ever stood on. Why was Mumbo's house, literally sensory hell. I wanted to put my trainers back on, but that would probably seem rude and whilst I was have wanted to metaphorically destroy this horrible carpet, in reality I didn't even want to get it the slightest bit dirty.

"Tea, coffee?" Mumbo offered, as we congregated in his kitchen. At least the kitchen had cold, smooth tiles, at least I was off the carpet.

"I'll just have a glass of water please." That was my thinking; something as simple as a glass of water just can't go wrong.

"Sure." He put the kettle on anyway, and made himself a coffee. Stupid, old fashioned kettle! I scrunched my fingers in the pocket of my hoodie as I tried not to put my fingers in my ears. Mumbo knew I was autistic and we had talked about it... briefly. But it's different being sat across from him, stood right next to him. There's a difference between being understanding when someone talks about it, but understanding it when the person does it in front of you. I don't know, it's just different!

We sat down at the dining table, and I took a sip of water. A sip of lukewarm water. I will repeat what I said earlier, why is Mumbo's house sensory hell?! We talked for a bit and I avoided my water, and had a chance to breathe properly. Everything would be fine. Everything would be completely and utterly fine.

"So what did you want to do this afternoon?"

"I don't know. What did you want to do?" I fiddled with the strings of my hoodie and didn't make eye contact with him.

"I don't mind. We could watch a movie or something?"

"Sounds fun." I said with a small smile.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but are you alright? You just seem pretty down."

Ah, well what do I say to that? "Yea, yea I'm good thanks. Just tired."

"You sure?"

"Yep! What movie should we watch?" I got up from the dining table and put my cup of un-drunk water by the sink.

"You ever watched top gun?"

"No, but isn't there a new one out."

"Yea, did you want to watch them both?" I just nodded. Fingers crossed Mumbo's sofa wouldn't be as horrible as the rest of his house had been so far. It wasn't, and I settled comfortably into it as the movie started playing a little too loudly for my liking.

Mumbo's POV:

Grian kept wincing at the film. Whenever something particularly loud happened, he'd flinch and shove his hands straight into the pocket of his hoodie. I knew he was autistic, I just didn't know how to help. I didn't want to patronise him, or treat him any differently that normal. But I wasn't sure what to do. Maybe that's why he didn't drink the water. Or wouldn't look me in the eyes.